Poem: Materialism

MATERIALISM


Hoards of people set out to fill their pockets
with the latest treasures and gold pieces.

In a search of the latest trend,
they fill their pockets full,
as if they have no end.

Their mouths watering at the sight,
they pack together like wolves,
savoring every bite.

As they fill their pockets,
they search for happiness and enlightenment
that they believe is hidden at the bottom of the well.

They urge to find their hope
buried beneath the treasure.
But only those who are not mad men,
will realize it is all part of an evil spell. 

They dream of houses of gold
and search for a fountain of youth,
so that they never grow old.

Pearls, rubies and gemstones,
the noise of their searching chatter increases,
sending chills to my bones.

As their desire of need increases,
my love that I had
breaks my heart into pieces.

They continue to search through the gold and treasures
within the well,
Hoping for a happiness that they may 
never be able to tell.
Some may even drown in self pity into their own
personal Hell.

If only they could open their blind eyes,
and hear the truth to their sad ugly cries.

Forget about the pearls, gold and rubies,
and see the reality behind the evil disguise. 

They will have to seek the love of their Master,
who will bring them to their knees.

Only he shall provide the path to happiness
and righteousness.
But he will not bring it
in the form of gold, pearls and rubies.